As she wound her way
To the dancefloor
With a drink held tight
In each hand
I knew there and then
That we’d be friends
In ways no-one else
Would understand
I Was Clever, Once
Betraying my classical education, perhaps,
With a title such as this
A throwback to those halcyon days
When it wasn’t all just shit and piss
Conversations With Hades
Tell him
this pill is
too bitter
to swallow
Tell him
we still
have time
to borrow
Tell him
I’ll never
cope with
the sorrow
Tell him if
he takes you
to expect
me tomorrow
(Originally Posted 21.09.2019)
The Auld Hoose
They were the glory days
Although we didn’t know it then
Oh, how I’d love to go back
And do it all again
With you
Graduation (In Absentia)
I do not need your cap and gown
For I already have my own crown
Such pomp and circumstance mean nothing to me
So you can fuck your Master of Arts Degree
The University of Life
I’m
learning
more and
more, day
by day.
Going to
lectures,
finding
my way.
Knowing
when to
work and
when to
play
Hoping
you’ll
be there,
on my
Graduation
Day.
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 